tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12144841403022204342018-03-06T09:15:13.159-08:00Wonder FableAshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-46734085327500828462012-06-22T10:23:00.000-07:002012-06-22T10:23:03.161-07:00Hello 26 weeks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6OR9pqCaJw/T-P7hdX6CsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/MJSIBh7-Y9s/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6OR9pqCaJw/T-P7hdX6CsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/MJSIBh7-Y9s/s640/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="526" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">WOW!!!!! You mean 34 weeks? No. 26 weeks. I am cooking up another big baby. And he is a hyper little guy...kept me up until 3 am last night. Well between him and Faye I was up until 3, cause Fable was having some serious nightmares.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a really good Father's Day! Ghent's parents came to town for the weekend so we spent it with his family in Portland. We got a hotel, lounged around, visited the pool (FREEZING) and the hot tub! Faye LOVED swimming, so I am really looking forward to our summer now. I was afraid she would hate swimming. I even bought this awesome sexy/super frumpy maternity suit. Like granny style, with a skirted bottom. Oh yeah.&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Faye had a blast pretending to drive...ruh roh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBTgUjE0L1Y/T-Sm-qlVOOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/eadWormeIUw/s1600/photo+(10).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="489" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBTgUjE0L1Y/T-Sm-qlVOOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/eadWormeIUw/s640/photo+(10).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCSgDzZlZIA/T-SnCMWRHaI/AAAAAAAAAtE/whWTbHOBWEs/s1600/photo+(11).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCSgDzZlZIA/T-SnCMWRHaI/AAAAAAAAAtE/whWTbHOBWEs/s640/photo+(11).JPG" width="490" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpbJbISU0Ds/T-SnESqj8xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/J4hfGdr4EEQ/s1600/photo+(12).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpbJbISU0Ds/T-SnESqj8xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/J4hfGdr4EEQ/s640/photo+(12).JPG" width="554" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHqQPQ7lTec/T-SnJL-IM5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/GE3h2RO-q04/s1600/photo+(15).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHqQPQ7lTec/T-SnJL-IM5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/GE3h2RO-q04/s640/photo+(15).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Father's Day (Grandpa Cooper bought that dress for her!)</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nR5CBojGDfc/T-SnUYsityI/AAAAAAAAAuM/qEuPHdPfo0Q/s1600/photo+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nR5CBojGDfc/T-SnUYsityI/AAAAAAAAAuM/qEuPHdPfo0Q/s640/photo+(5).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of chalk drawing!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTUH1-A2DJc/T-SnX4Vb-gI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jsHRBdD3T4c/s1600/photo+(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTUH1-A2DJc/T-SnX4Vb-gI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jsHRBdD3T4c/s640/photo+(6).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of lounging at the park</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNn0k7tNG8/T-SnF-32DiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DuMvJ_ehrdw/s1600/photo+(13).JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNn0k7tNG8/T-SnF-32DiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DuMvJ_ehrdw/s640/photo+(13).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mur4Sg-rabw/T-SndqfPbwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4kRH0QyhSRM/s1600/photo+(8).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mur4Sg-rabw/T-SndqfPbwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4kRH0QyhSRM/s640/photo+(8).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMQRe8tP1o0/T-SngndlMBI/AAAAAAAAAus/ba2WO_L1tlk/s1600/photo+(9).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMQRe8tP1o0/T-SngndlMBI/AAAAAAAAAus/ba2WO_L1tlk/s640/photo+(9).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Fable was amazing the whole time!! We have such a good little girl! We did however, catch her practicing her whine and sad face in the mirror one night. It scared Ghent...a lot! haha! And I got to go to Ikea to buy giant frames to I could finally hang our pictures!!! Faye's photos turned out so amazing!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sUUy1je1Nw/T-SnbcKApTI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6T8h6lwWFRg/s1600/photo+(7).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sUUy1je1Nw/T-SnbcKApTI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6T8h6lwWFRg/s640/photo+(7).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;And tonight, for date night, we are finally buying our new iComfort memory foam mattress! I cannot wait to sleep comfortably, especially since my back has started killing me lately. It's taken &nbsp;us months to commit to it though, it's just so expensive (for us), but we love it so much it will be worth it I hope!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-83113845027799178202012-06-07T21:43:00.000-07:002012-06-07T21:43:33.866-07:00My boobs explodedAnd I have the best husband EVER! Last night I spent my entire night (beginning after Fable went to bed) cleaning!! In my exhausted pregnant state I cleaned until 12:30 am. Then hauled my pregnant hiney to bed. This morning Faye woke up and completely demolished the entire downstairs in like 30 minutes flat. I was Dev-A-Stated! As in almost crying. She flung cheerios all over and by the time I got to her she was mashing them into the newly cleaned carpet. Let's say she was on one today. Because while I was cleaning up the cheerios she made her diaper stash explode, scattered toys everywhere and spilled her sippy of milk. At that point I gave up on the cheerios and just sat on the couch completely depressed. After Faye's nap (which was filled with dyin mah her, with a *gasp* box dye) we went to a friends to watch her twins while she ran some errands. I'm still totally depressed about the mess waiting for me at home. Anyways, I go home a couple hours later and walk in the door to a perfectly clean house and a fresh apple strudel on the counter with a sweet little note from the hubs. He snuck home from work while I was watching the kiddos and cleaned the house for me!! *SOB* And I did. Literally. It was the sweetest thing he has ever done and I cried (because I'm pregnant). So tonight I can get around to sewing because I just haven't had anytime lately! Best hubby ever, right?! And he hates it when I talk about him in blog land, but you can't not mention something that amazing. Love him.<br /><br />And in the last week, my boobs exploded. They are HUGE.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-70486572966566696652012-06-06T13:10:00.001-07:002012-06-06T13:10:19.086-07:00I want bangs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlhkk351QIQ/T8-zJwQiF8I/AAAAAAAAApc/NWp23J8RDFY/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlhkk351QIQ/T8-zJwQiF8I/AAAAAAAAApc/NWp23J8RDFY/s640/photo+(1).JPG" width="640" /></a></div>And whatever you do, do not google pregnant women and bangs. It will not pull up happily rounded bellies with thick bangs but rather some XXX stuff. I was hitting my back button at amazing speeds. My belleh is growing! And I am having a REALLY hard time with it this pregnancy. I loathe weight gain of any type, even if it means you are growing a healthy baby, it still makes me cry when I think about numbers. I don't understand how some prego peeps gain all their weight in the belly and not an ounce anywhere else. When I am prego, my face, arms, thighs, belly and boobs are prego. I am trying to watch what I eat, without getting obsessed, but I'm still gaining weight everywhere. And that is why I am putting off bangs for now. Because, though I desperately want them, I am terrified they will draw attention to my chipmunk cheeks. Maybe as a congratulatory gift to myself for hitting my old weight after baby boy is here, I will go chop the bangs. Then get an IUD so that I don't get pregnant again without intending too.<br /><br />Speaking of bangs....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONFGDWl9fNw/T8-2aw2ah-I/AAAAAAAAApw/iqH2uHe2Iyw/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONFGDWl9fNw/T8-2aw2ah-I/AAAAAAAAApw/iqH2uHe2Iyw/s640/photo+(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Fable's are out of control. I don't want a toddler with bangs though so I am trying to grow them out, but she won't let me clip them back. Sometimes, but not always she lets me put her hair in a little top pony though. Otherwise she is sporting this classy little do. (Looks kinda emo)<br /><br />Her bedtime routine is AWESOME now! I noticed the last couple months she is getting super, super attached to her little giraffe blanket. Like cries if it's not in her crib (heaven forbid I left it in the wash before bed or naps). So lately I have been experimenting because normally I have to lay down with her until she falls asleep, wake her up and move her to the crib where she snuggles her blanket. But recently I started laying down with her for a few minutes, then moving her to the crib before she falls asleep. And finally last night she went straight to her crib without a fuss! Just mashed her cute little face into her blanket, grabbed her doll and waved bye-bye to me as I walked out. I sat at her door for like 5 minutes waiting for her to cry...but she never did!! And lately for naps all I have to do is lay her down with her blanket and doll and she is good to go! A part of me is so sad though because I like snuggling her to sleep, but I know we needed to break that habit before baby boy gets here because it will be too hard. But I am going to miss the bedtime snuggles. Hopefully when the newness of walking wears off she will be more inclined to snuggle with me on the couch like she used to.<br /><br />Man, I made a cute kid.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-35684040511807987972012-05-22T21:31:00.000-07:002012-05-22T21:31:00.103-07:00Das Big.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_ERGVvb_k/T7xeTlE5zeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1iHimwPtE-0/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_ERGVvb_k/T7xeTlE5zeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1iHimwPtE-0/s640/photo+(1).JPG" width="640" /></a></div>As in my Belleh! Ignore my glamorous ensemble, I was babysitting some newborn twins today for a friend, which means I don't get to see the outside all day. So I jumped on the&nbsp;opportunity&nbsp;to adorn sweats and a messy side braid. But this same friend declared after not having seen me in a week, "Wow, you've really popped this last week!" Which freaked me out and I immediately ran upstairs to take a picture since I normally try to ignore the side profile. AND BOOM! There was a definite baby bulge. So naturally I called the hubby&nbsp;devastated&nbsp;that I have gotten so large, and his sweet, understanding, sympathetic reply was "You are definitely pregnant." Yah. I know. Thanks. Oh yah...blog gender reveal:<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">It's a.....BOY!!!!</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9Hj2xSXmGA/T7xlhOZ8KZI/AAAAAAAAApI/pYoE7rBmEpc/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9Hj2xSXmGA/T7xlhOZ8KZI/AAAAAAAAApI/pYoE7rBmEpc/s400/photo+(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />We are super excited! And kind of freaking out about the idea of naming a boy. Because boys names suck. I really really really LOVE Maxwell Cooper Bailey. But the hubs vetoed my hopes for a perfectly named man child. So it's off to the compromising block. And that's just it, we are blocked.<br /><br />Moving on. I got Faye's photos taken for her 1st birthday. Here are a few of my favorites!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKLbGc0vlIg/T7xkcYyiNpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/m6f9QVj9jUg/s1600/138ashedit_SMALL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKLbGc0vlIg/T7xkcYyiNpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/m6f9QVj9jUg/s640/138ashedit_SMALL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BND9NR27sUk/T7xkd85f4uI/AAAAAAAAAow/kn_7yYsSIDw/s1600/177ashedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BND9NR27sUk/T7xkd85f4uI/AAAAAAAAAow/kn_7yYsSIDw/s640/177ashedit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KN5aSHAs6M/T7xke0BE8mI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ydX62oppfOU/s1600/201ashedit_SMALL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KN5aSHAs6M/T7xke0BE8mI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ydX62oppfOU/s640/201ashedit_SMALL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu7mCm03fqI/T7xkfjAxkXI/AAAAAAAAApA/_QCR5T6LcvE/s1600/235ashedit_SMALL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu7mCm03fqI/T7xkfjAxkXI/AAAAAAAAApA/_QCR5T6LcvE/s640/235ashedit_SMALL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />She's sooooo adorable!! And I feel like I can brag about how cute she is because she looks so much like her daddy so it's not conceited to say I have a gorgeous daughter!<br /><br />I'm excited she will have a little play buddy close to her age, even if I still cry about the idea of gaining more weight. It will be worth it all in the end. And I am glad it's a little brother. My little brother and I were always best friends growing up!<br /><br />Little brother is sooooo squirmy. And Faye loves bouncing on my belly when I am not paying attention, which results is lost air and a few good kicks back. Of course I am the victim of both of their sibling rivalries. It's sweet.<br /><br />And my angelic looking little 14 month old has perfected the art of the tantrum. ALREADY. We are nervous for her terrible twos and threes...but I love her, and I laugh at her tantrums when she is not looking because they are soooo dramatic! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKS80-9eLdU/T7xnyrstrQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/q9rEncgU4l4/s1600/photo+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKS80-9eLdU/T7xnyrstrQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/q9rEncgU4l4/s640/photo+(3).JPG" width="490" /></a></div>But she is perfect. Tantrums and all, I wouldn't change a thing about her!Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-41597566157176460172012-05-02T23:10:00.000-07:002012-05-02T23:10:46.399-07:00Belly Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I was horrible at documenting belly growth with Faye. So far I am pretty bad with Thing 2...And eventually I will be so fat I will never take a photo until after Thing 2 has arrived. But until that moment arrives here are my belly shots so far:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj1f--JOffg/T6IgpiZZr5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/vbtVVxcsWzo/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj1f--JOffg/T6IgpiZZr5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/vbtVVxcsWzo/s320/photo+(2).JPG" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oZyrtAzd14/T6IgqfKbJbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/B9LQihHALvg/s1600/Photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oZyrtAzd14/T6IgqfKbJbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/B9LQihHALvg/s320/Photo1.jpg" width="162" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SMiAPyMyyA/T6IgrbvZWtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/e0l-BR6pn_A/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SMiAPyMyyA/T6IgrbvZWtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/e0l-BR6pn_A/s320/photo.JPG" width="205" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGJnI5SaufU/T6Igr8o4amI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5RSXIOuBBVo/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGJnI5SaufU/T6Igr8o4amI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5RSXIOuBBVo/s320/photo+(1).JPG" width="319" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WTF??? How did I get so big in 8.5 weeks?!?!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess it is bound to happen...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On a happier note, we find out the gender of Thing 2 on Monday!!! *SQUEAL*</div><br />Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-68843834687416677072012-03-24T19:40:00.001-07:002012-03-24T19:40:15.890-07:00Thing 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skiIEhmPeg8/T26CuNx62yI/AAAAAAAAAns/I_mkNcslYVQ/s1600/thing1thing2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skiIEhmPeg8/T26CuNx62yI/AAAAAAAAAns/I_mkNcslYVQ/s1600/thing1thing2.jpg" /></a></div>Is due to arrive October 2nd 2012. WHAT?!?! Don't I already have a baby that isn't even 1 yet and I am already 13 weeks pregnant? YES!! Hence the reason for my tears 3 days straight after peeing on my stick. But I have made peace with it, and after seeing Thing 2 wiggling away on the ultrasound I am almost getting excited!<br /><br />We were not trying for the record. We are apparently just oober fertile. I always hate to talk about it, because I know there are a lot of people who have tried for years unsuccessfully to have children. So I feel a bit ungrateful that we get pregnant on birth control or condoms and I cry about it. But I was not at all ready to get pregnant and have another baby just yet. I'm sure that come September I am going to be stoked about the idea of Thing 2, just right now...I'm still confused. One day I am super excited and cannot wait. The next day/even hour I'm wondering the I got myself in to.<br /><br />Anyway, I am pretty sure this one is a boy. With Faye I was so sick my first trimester and could hardly get off the couch. This time around I have virtually no morning sickness. With Faye my metabolism up and died and I put on weight at enormous speeds. This time that is not even an issue. Faye's pregnancy I craved/needed MEAT, anything meaty belonged in my mouth and fruits and veggies always threatened to leave my stomach by way of mouth. This time I LOVE fruits and veggies...don't get me wrong, a chicken leg still makes me giddy, but at least I can eat more than animal products now. So that is my guess...a boy. We will see for sure in about 7ish weeks though. Ghent swears it will be another girl. We honestly do not even care what we have. Boy or girl we are going to be very happy. Anyway, so that was my big secret a while ago. Next week I am officially in my 2nd trimester, I'm looking forward to the energy again! Not the maternity clothes though!! *shudder*Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-21389959145152227902012-03-08T13:46:00.001-08:002012-03-08T13:46:56.375-08:00NEXT WEEK!!!!One of my best friends is coming to visit me for a whole week!!! I am so giddy. I've been trying to come up with fun ideas to do, like go to the coast one day, maybe Portland another. I am just so excited. Because while I love Eugene, and I love our ward, I get kind of lonely at times. And for an entire week it is going to be filled with one of my besties!!!! Girls week! Yes, please! I just hope Faye's neediness tones down a bit so we can actually talk, chill, do things, and of course play with Faye! She LOVES company by the way. It means more attention for her, and the girl loves some attention.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-51327829911239833652012-02-06T12:49:00.000-08:002012-02-06T12:49:23.259-08:00I'm bad at secrets.So let's just say that for the next 6 weeks I am going to disappear via blog land until I can&nbsp;safely spill the beans. In which case there will be some good reads for gossip.<br /><br />Ironically by posting this I'm sure half of the "what ifs" are correct.<br /><br />Sayonara suckers!&nbsp;Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-56433229827093373002012-01-23T18:30:00.000-08:002012-01-23T18:30:47.839-08:00Bad Blogger.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxBKI9Bd0Cg/Tx4KOSoWCLI/AAAAAAAAAec/jvRjkM22tIA/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxBKI9Bd0Cg/Tx4KOSoWCLI/AAAAAAAAAec/jvRjkM22tIA/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Coming up on 2 years now! Now gonna lie, the first year was killer hard, maybe it had something to do with hormones and swollen legs. Or maybe it was just legitimately hard. But year 2, significantly better.<br /><br />And there is talk of trying for another baby...it usually results in me crying when I think about going through pregnancy again. Though we want our kids to be close in age so they grow up buddies, I think we will wait a bit longer, not too much longer, but long enough for me to accept the&nbsp;inevitable! ;)<br /><br />Faye is only 9 1/2 months so we have plenty of time to wait. But call me crazy I want to get it done with as fast as possible whilst still maintaining some amount of sanity.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0g-mCaLls8/Tx4KQGwzJyI/AAAAAAAAAek/-1UHnumdHF4/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0g-mCaLls8/Tx4KQGwzJyI/AAAAAAAAAek/-1UHnumdHF4/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>And for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of my beautiful girl. She just gets prettier everyday. To make things better, she is finally a mama's girl. It's been all about Daddy until 2 months ago and now she can't get enough of me. And I LUHVE it, but I do feel sorry for the hubs now...just a little bit. But she is super mom needy lately. Like I can't leave her sight with out her having a full-blown panic attack. I'm worried the Squeak may have some anxiety issues already. I mean it's hereditary, but I was hoping all our kids could avoid it. <br /><br />I am so bad at blogging. I think the most&nbsp;consistent&nbsp;I have ever been in blogging was when I was preggo, but that was mainly so I could whine since everyone around me was getting annoyed. &nbsp;Now-a-days there is not much to whine about so not much blogging gets done! Shouldn't it be the other way around though? Seriously.<br /><br />On another note: I am buying these sexy ladies<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8cCewOnN4A/Tx4OjUJUL7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ANqxQcZV8VY/s1600/92753_057_primary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8cCewOnN4A/Tx4OjUJUL7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ANqxQcZV8VY/s320/92753_057_primary.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because it's raining, like a lot. &nbsp;(big surprise, it's Oregon) And I always envisioned that when I was a mom I would take my kids on all sorts of adventures outside...or in shopping malls. But the soggy grass soaks through all my boots and shoes and Faye is getting&nbsp;cooped&nbsp;up and restless. Which means I need to brave the weather. Enter in boots and an umbrella because my wallet and hubby can't handle too many&nbsp;adventures to the mall. If only we were rich...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsE6Copnr1k/Tx4KT58q9ZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ltCN4DGYvQ0/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsE6Copnr1k/Tx4KT58q9ZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ltCN4DGYvQ0/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>And has anyone heard of smash* journals? I have been doing a lot of smashing lately! It's a fun, lazy man's way to scrapbook/journal/doodle. Because I loathe&nbsp;scrap-booking&nbsp;and this makes it almost *gasp* <span style="font-size: xx-small;">fun</span>.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-58476374901447165312011-09-14T21:20:00.000-07:002011-09-14T21:20:00.228-07:00Hi-Chews you, Pikachu!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9Q-msOw5iM/TnF3GLB0HgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hx5z3MrONr8/s1600/298496_10150355775727559_594927558_10099767_6958795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9Q-msOw5iM/TnF3GLB0HgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hx5z3MrONr8/s320/298496_10150355775727559_594927558_10099767_6958795_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Addicted to Hi-Chews candy. YUM. While I chew on sugary delight and drool down my chin, Faye chews on my thumb and drools down my sleeve. But it keeps us both happy. And yesterday she slobber slapped me with her soggy peacock, Jacque. It seriously splashed when it made contact with my cheek. Notice said Peacock yonder left? Kind of disgusting. Also take note of Faye...she sits! Without aid from bumbo or mom. I'm so proud.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Summer was too short, and not enough skin exposed. I bought my first one-piece suit in years and braved out in it just once. But at least I have a swimsuit now, even if it was a waste of money this year. I long for a floaty to lounge on. The closest I got this year was sitting in a kiddie pool with a slightly nervous Faye. But the view was cute, since she is an adorable little chunk with rolls you could die for.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I was pretty proud of myself for putting on a suit and going out in public at all. I was so worried everyone would be looking at the zebra stripes&nbsp;adorning</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;my legs, but a good friend said "If a man is looking at a married woman's legs that closely, then SHAME on him and he deserves to be mortified." So I went with that attitude.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: #3d85c6; display: inline !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">This weekend I am throwing a baby shower, my first ever and I am totally stoked about it. Crossing fingers it all turns out well. And I'm off to make a diaper cake!&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: #3d85c6; display: inline !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2XenZ8igZw/TnF8aHSQkhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hXfAf5XFSY8/s1600/sept12+2011+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2XenZ8igZw/TnF8aHSQkhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hXfAf5XFSY8/s400/sept12+2011+029.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0hCCHtbdss/TnF84SID0zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ApUgGeJE4t8/s1600/sept12+2011+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0hCCHtbdss/TnF84SID0zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ApUgGeJE4t8/s400/sept12+2011+056.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: #3d85c6; display: inline !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></span>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-69417545213191313592011-09-02T23:13:00.000-07:002011-09-02T23:23:40.899-07:00Yoga pants.Today I took my deflated bum to the mall and bought some yoga pants! Because nothing makes a butt look sexier than a good pair of yoga pants. But they have to fit just right, and all my old yoga pants are majorly stretched out after my 73 pound pregnancy. But since I have lost 71 pounds and barely hovering above my old weight, I figured it was time to buy some butt hugging yoga pants. And they are Sessssssy. Now I just need to get a gym membership! Someplace official to wear them, other than my couch.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Wait, did you catch that? 71 pounds... (insert scream). I have lost 71 pounds in almost 5 months. And I swear to you, I am carrying about a pound of milk in each boob. That means...I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT!!! I have reached my goal with a month to spare! I wanted to have it all off in 6 months, and I have done it in 5.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Enough about me, time for a pip-squeak update.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55Hl82O8hxk/TmHGnsHZLdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/T0Qm47TakyE/s1600/august2011+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55Hl82O8hxk/TmHGnsHZLdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/T0Qm47TakyE/s640/august2011+036.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Faye is almost 5 months. And I thought the moment I saw her I could never love her more. I don't think I was ever so wrong about something...as the days pass I love her more and more, and each day I swear my heart grows bigger because I thought I maxed out on April 7th. I'm like the Grinch, my heart grew 3 sizes. She is such a happy happy baby, and she has the cutest laugh EVER! It's contagious. She's still a little chunk and at 5 months she is wearing 6-9 months. At her 4 month check-up she was in the 85% for height and 75% for weight. So she is a big girl. And the way she looks at you...there is something magical about it. Especially when I am nursing her. She will be happily chugging away and just stop to look at me, in that one look it's as if I am looking into the eyes of a very wise and special soul, and not eyes of an infant. Right as my eyes blur over with tears she gives me a shy little smile and goes right back to eating as if nothing happened. I can't explain it, but I think she knows me better than anyone else...and she still loves me. It's very humbling.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0J2vFjtV2bc/TmHHprtILYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ieHRniuJgqE/s1600/aug.14+2011+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0J2vFjtV2bc/TmHHprtILYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ieHRniuJgqE/s640/aug.14+2011+045.JPG" width="458" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her classic Grump face.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Anyway she grabs on to her toes, rolls over, can sit all by herself for a little over 3 minutes now, laughs, whispers, screams, babbles, pulls my hair, loves her daddy, talks in her sleep, farts like a man, snuggles when she is sleepy, nurses like a champ, learning the "fake" cry, kind of a pansy, loves her Sophie, O'ball and Peacock, drools like Niagra Falls, jumps in her jumperoo, is the best thing to wake up to, always watches me, and smiles every time I look back at her. I never knew I would love being a mom so much.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-127CVqpTfx8/TmHHCSBWGpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-TkbaemiwGk/s1600/coast+4+months+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-127CVqpTfx8/TmHHCSBWGpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-TkbaemiwGk/s640/coast+4+months+060.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-84206051236931159612011-06-14T11:46:00.000-07:002011-06-14T11:46:48.565-07:0010 1/2 Weeks!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc2jm8GEL3o/Tfebj5PwWsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QfGLb3XUSrU/s1600/cute+faye+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc2jm8GEL3o/Tfebj5PwWsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QfGLb3XUSrU/s400/cute+faye+004.JPG" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I have the cutest baby or what?? At least I like to think so. ^.^</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm so excited, we just found out that we will be spending the 4th of July with my family!! Then at the end of July we are headed to Texas to see Ghent's family and some good friends. We will also be blessing baby Faye while in Texas. It's a bit sad because I would love my family to be there, I know it's sad for them that they will be missing her baby blessing. But it is so important to Ghent that his dad and brothers help with the blessing. So Texas it is!!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I LOVE being a mom. I never thought I would enjoy it so much. It helps that Faye is the perfect baby though. I mean she goes to bed at 11 and sleeps until 7 then nurses and sleeps again until 9-9:30. And she has been doing that since a week and a half old! Lucky, I am. Seriously, this baby hardly cries and just smiles and coos tons now! She loves cuddling but can sit and play by herself. Ghent and I still can't believe how lucky we got. I am so in love.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">However, my body and I are not getting along right now. I could just kick myself for not appreciating my body for years. How in the world did I ever think I looked horrible? It's so funny because I spent pretty much my entire life hating it because my thighs were too big, my arms jiggled, my stomach wasn't ever flat enough, ect. Now I look back and just kick myself for not loving it and enjoying it while I had it. Because now...it's ruined forever. No one believes me when I say how bad it is, not until they see it for themselves. And then they understand. I'm terrified for this summer. I want to go swimming and play on the beach, but I can't wear a bathing suit. If I can't even look in the mirror then how can I expose myself in front of people? Is there such thing as a capri length bathing suit with tummy control? Ghent and I have decided that once I am done having kids I will get a tummy tuck...but that won't be for years. And I can't handle years of this. And even when I do get a tummy tuck then I will have a nasty scar from hip to hip. Like I said, my body is ruined.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How do I teach my daughter confidence when I can't look at my belly without crying? How do I teach her to accept herself when someday I will resort to cosmetic surgery to fix my tummy? How do I teach her that it is not the way she looks that is important, but the way she feels about herself and others when I am selfishly obsessed with the way I look. It's not even about weight anymore, because the more weight I'm losing, the worse my stomach is getting. Prior to pregnancy my confidence was based solely on my body, now I need to learn confidence in myself without my body.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIo48lrXs0w/TfesZzaeOaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ahd9ATsT9-I/s1600/lovedaddy+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIo48lrXs0w/TfesZzaeOaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ahd9ATsT9-I/s400/lovedaddy+030.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Faye can already Bumbo!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-68522097203541421462011-05-16T18:11:00.000-07:002011-05-16T18:11:31.643-07:00My belly looks like a butt.Body vent. What the hell? They don't tell you in those pregnancy books that your belly is in danger of being mistaken for your boo-hiney after it deflates. And my poor belly button...it looks like a star since it totally caved in and the surrounding skin doesn't know what to do, other than fold over it. If I lived in the biblical times, the wise men would have mistaken my belly button for the Star. I avoid mirrors like the plague now because every time I see my bare belly it reduces me to tears. And don't even get me started on those stretchmarks. I have however lost a little over 40 pounds since Faye was born, and I am not yet to my pre-prego weight because my metabolism up and died once fetal Faye planted her eggo self into my uterus. So I still have XxXx amount of pounds to lose until I have reached my old digits. And it is coming off all sorts of slow. But this Thursday marks 6 weeks, and at 6 weeks doc says I can start working out, other than walking. So I am treating myself to a gym membership! The fat is going to melt like butter and I will get thin again, even if my belly looks like a droopy butt afterwards. Ok, I am done venting. I'm taking my belly butt on a walk now.<br /><br />Oh, and a picture of Faye to erase the disturbing belly butt image that is probably haunting your thoughts right now:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8EzD7a63M/TdHLAN6Lm3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Iv051MYuEVI/s1600/mothers+day+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8EzD7a63M/TdHLAN6Lm3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Iv051MYuEVI/s320/mothers+day+021.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>She's started smiling. It melts my heart.<br /><br />And for the record, she is totally worth my belly butt. Crap, there goes that mental image again.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-55069827375784324572011-05-13T15:09:00.000-07:002011-05-13T15:09:46.223-07:00I LOVE being a Mom!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkCEFTAynU/Tc2r7M3j34I/AAAAAAAAAbY/aMGNq5KkeJ8/s1600/mothers+day+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkCEFTAynU/Tc2r7M3j34I/AAAAAAAAAbY/aMGNq5KkeJ8/s640/mothers+day+052.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-3399361883282665802011-04-30T23:20:00.000-07:002011-04-30T23:33:11.147-07:00Faye's Birth Story.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxxzW8dMjoo/Tbb535rXnUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rRtW2OC__6c/s1600/faye+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxxzW8dMjoo/Tbb535rXnUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rRtW2OC__6c/s400/faye+023.JPG" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It has taken me many tries to write a post about Faye's birth. However, every time I sit down to write Faye wakes up and realizes she is not being cuddled and I hear about it. But tonight, with the help of her pacifier, soft blanket and Enya playing I think I may have a few minutes to write of it. So I am sure it will be somewhat short and not come close to capturing the beauty of the moment, but I will try!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So as my previous post said, my doctor brought up inducing my labor, and on April 7th Ghent and I woke up early and anxiously rushed to the hospital for the scheduled 6 am inducement. No one was expecting things to progress quickly since I was no where close to going into labor, so we were all planning on a very long weekend. But I really wanted my parents there so I called and asked them to come anyway knowing that things might not happen right away. But I really wanted my mom there during the birth. I was given a pill at 9 am which was to help start contractions and if that did not work after 24 hours then I was to go on Pitocin the next morning.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fast forward to 12 o'clock my contractions were beginning, and my nurse was horrible!! She would not stop talking and was telling me labors horror stories and breast feeding horror stories and going on and on about her daughter. I was getting uncomfortable and trying to focus on my breathing, and resisting the urge to tell her to shut the H-Bomb up.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jumping forward to 3 pm I was in full labor, what my doctor called "hyper labor". Meaning my contractions were off the chart and I wasn't having any breaks between contractions. So I was going from one insanely hard contraction directly into the next. Which floored me because my birth class said we would have a couple minutes between contractions to prepare for the next one, but I wasn't getting a break and that nurse was not shutting up and I was still trying to be polite to her, but she was making it impossible to focus on breathing and trying to block out the pain.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By 6 pm my parents arrived but I was hanging on to my hospital bed for dear life and sobbing into my pillow, already completely exhausted. My doctor came in and encouraged me to get an epidural since I was hardly dilating. And he voiced his concerns that since Faye had still not dropped and I had been in hard labor for a while that she might be too big to go through my pelvis and that eventually if she still hadn't dropped a C-section might be necessary. I told him (through snot and tears) that I didn't need an epidural and that if the time came and I needed a C-section that was fine, but I wanted to keep trying. My parents urged me to get the epidural after my doctor left, and Ghent even encouraged me to get the epidural as well. We had never heard of "hyper labor" before and it was so intense, I think for all of us. So finally I listened and called my doctor back in and asked for the epidural. Almost 10 minutes after I got the epidural I could feel nothing! It was great. And then my blood pressure dropped dangerously low and then I was hooked up to oxygen and then tons of nurses were coming into my room and trying to shift my body into different positions to help raise my blood pressure, I was given medication to raise my blood pressure, but nothing was working. And then Faye's heart rate began to drop because my blood pressure was just too low. So my doctor informed me I needed an emergency C-section because they needed to get her out of me asap, and he still feared she was too big to come out on her own anyway. So I was wheeled down to the surgery room and Ghent followed, but my parents had to wait in the room. Since I had just been given and epidural I didn't need more drugs apparently and they began cutting into my stomach. That was the weirdest feeling ever, because it didn't hurt, but you could feel their hands inside of you pushing things around. When the Doc finally cut open my uterus we heard "WOW, that is a BIG head!!" and at that moment, my epidural wore off. And it hurt so bad. And the doctor did not make the incision big enough because he wasn't expecting such a big baby. Ghent said he had a hold of her and was pulling on her with all of his strength and she was not coming out easily. And during all this baby tugging I was crying out that it hurt and the anesthesiologist was rushing drugs into my IV. But it took a while for the drugs to kick in and I felt them pull her body from mine and felt them get to work on cleaning out my uterus and I remember looking at Ghent who had an expression of extreme happiness mixed with extreme worry as he looked back and forth between Faye and me not knowing who to stay with. So I told him to go with Faye and he took off while slowly the drugs started kicking in and the pain went from intense to dull to nothing. And I woke up a couple of times while they stitched me back up, but I don't remember much. But I did wake up for good right before they finished, however I was so drugged and slow, I had no idea what was going on and all I could think about was if my baby Faye was ok, because all I remember of seeing her was purple feet. The anesthesiologist went and checked on her after apologizing like crazy for what happened and came back with excellent news! Baby Faye was perfectly healthy and weighed an amazingly large 9 lbs 12 oz.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Faye was born at 8:11 pm on April 7th and I got to finally see her an hour after her birth. Since I was still heavily drugged I don't remember much of our first meeting, other than they placed her on my chest and she eagerly latched on to my chest instantly and all I could think about was how big she was and how loud her scream was. I couldn't tell what she looked like because I couldn't get my eyes to focus on her little body, let alone her face. But Ghent told me she was beautiful and he filled me in on what happened while I was out.&nbsp; He looked so proud and so happy to be her dad. And that is all I really remember...Ghent has told me more about what happened in the operating room, but it was mostly embarrassing to hear as it involved a lot of me sobbing about how much it hurt, then a lot of my being totally drugged and asking the nurses the most random questions that he said didn't even make sense. And I guess one of the nurses thought I was stupid cause she started talking really loud and incredibly slow to me. Which I do vaguely remember that and being slightly insulted. But eventually the drugs wore off and I could focus on my little beautiful baby and take in how precious she was. And I remember looking at her and crying once again, not in pain but in love and joy. She meant everything to me in that moment and I knew I would do anything for her.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While her birth story may not sound pleasant, it's funny because I remember the facts but I can hardly remember the pain, and all I can remember about that day is how happy I was. It was such a beautiful and spiritual day for me that I can't help but document it as one of the most beautiful moments in my life...the day I met my daughter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So that is her birth story, and surprisingly she is still sleeping...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As for my recovery, I am doing amazing!! The first week hurt like a bugger and I had to ask for a lot of help from Ghent and my parents, but only 2 weeks after her birth I am off the painkillers and back to my normal energy and activity with little to no pain. And since it's now 3 weeks after her birth, I am trying to get a little exercise in, and I love, LOVE being a mom. Faye is seriously the best baby ever and we are all sleeping through the night. She is still big, in fact at her 2 week check-up she weighed 10 lbs 6 oz and was in the 95th percentile for height and weight. They are estimating she will be off the charts at her 2 month check-up. Crazy. And my doctor just laughs because he was not expecting her to be so big and you can't help but smile when you see those cheeks. Ghent and I are completely in love with her and every night we just stare at her, the beautiful little miracle and blessing that she is, and we can't believe how blessed we truly are.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNt_7z6_J_w/Tbz7Jc8PRII/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Q892Lc-DCA/s1600/easter2011+0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNt_7z6_J_w/Tbz7Jc8PRII/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Q892Lc-DCA/s400/easter2011+0018.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tno9dOtEP0/Tbz7YnXItTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nrmFRd7KbZs/s1600/Faye+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tno9dOtEP0/Tbz7YnXItTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nrmFRd7KbZs/s400/Faye+024.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-29065856939831164102011-04-06T17:05:00.000-07:002011-04-06T17:05:25.671-07:00Getting Induced!So as of last week, my body has done nothing to get baby Faye out, nor has Faye done anything to come out. So today my doctor admitted that since things aren't really happening, I will most likely need to be induced. He said I could wait a week and see if I go into labor, or I could just be induced whenever. So tomorrow at 6 am I am going to the hospital and starting the inducement procedure, and I am not leaving the hospital until I have a baby! I am SOOOOO EXCITED!!! :) So wish us luck cause we are going to need it.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-49505941473426191462011-04-04T19:31:00.000-07:002011-04-04T19:31:25.241-07:00April 4th.DUE DATE!!! :) Finally. But no baby Faye yet. Soon hopefully.<br /><br />Today I rented a Uhaul and went to pick up the futon for Faye's nursery, then unloaded the HUGE box and put it all together...by MYSELF! I was really trying to overexert myself in the hopes that my water would break, but even after cleaning up my mess, organizing the living room, hauling all that cardboard off to the recycling center, my waters are still intact. It's ok, tomorrow I will go into labor! (Hoping) I know Ghent is hoping for the end of the week cause he is crunching at work and it would help out a lot if he could finish the week up. I told him I would wait, but I didn't know if Faye would. Let's be honest though...I think she is more than content to wait it out for him. Well Saturday we went couch shopping...again. And we really wanted to buy a couch and have it delivered that day, but we did not want a brown, tan or sage green couch. We were strictly looking for grays. However, gray is not a popular couch color, so we had to either order the fabric we wanted or settle on a brown that would clash. So we ordered. And now we have to wait another 3-6 weeks for our new couch to come...(fuming) but this futon is in the living room at least until our couch comes, which is much better than nothing. Anyway this is the new couch we picked out and it is super comfy!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE1CZ1sQqzY/TZp-iOFvF5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ROq708nbLNg/s1600/69201_bellissimo-chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE1CZ1sQqzY/TZp-iOFvF5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ROq708nbLNg/s320/69201_bellissimo-chocolate.jpg" width="320" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But picture it is this color:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjCM7fOkQhk/TZp-jWclKYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/i9uCx3SbyJU/s1600/M0672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjCM7fOkQhk/TZp-jWclKYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/i9uCx3SbyJU/s1600/M0672.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let's just hope it gets here in 3 weeks instead of 6, right.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, wish me luck on baby extraction, it's going to happen any day now!</div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-49137808043889360302011-03-31T17:20:00.000-07:002011-03-31T17:20:49.793-07:00Update!I've started dilating!! Granted I am only at a 1, but a 1 is much better than last week! Faye still hasn't dropped...but at least my body is starting to realize we need to get this baby out of me. The doc is estimating I will have her sometime between a few days after my due date and my 41st week. So basically it is another week max according to his estimation. I can handle a week, I can't handle 2 weeks. So I am feeling pretty excited right now because in about a week I am going to have the cutest baby snuggling in my arms. *Squeal*Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-24905974568388413362011-03-28T17:04:00.000-07:002011-03-28T17:04:18.146-07:00Kindle 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wN6zb2SH7xw/TZEh9pQmiOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7-JfR4sg3iU/s1600/amazon+kindle+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wN6zb2SH7xw/TZEh9pQmiOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7-JfR4sg3iU/s320/amazon+kindle+3.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Ghent's birthday was on the 23rd, and I researched forever about getting him a Kindle or a Nook for his gift. I mean like forever, months in advance. Anyway, I decided on the Kindle...so I went and bought it, then stared at it for a couple days dying to open it, but how tacky would that be? Here is your present, I really like it too and wanted to mess with it before giving it to you...tee hee. Doesn't work. So I waited...and woke up early to make him breakfast complete with the new Kindle 3. He was pretty excited because he has been wanting an EReader for a long time now.<br /><br />The problem: I LOVE THE KINDLE!!!!! I'm having a hard time remembering that I bought it for him and not for me. So I think I will eventually need to buy myself one as well. It is AWESOME! Like I can lay down in bed on my side and use one hand and quickly button to the next page, and my wrist doesn't get tired from holding a bulky book at an awkward angle for hours on end. But when Ghent gets home from work, I have to give it back to him...cause it's his and all.<br /><br />On another note, we got the money back on our couch since they lost it. Which means this weekend will be spent couch shopping instead of preparing for the birth of our baby...maybe all that couch shopping will send me into labor. I hope so!Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-52810679664080091732011-03-25T17:13:00.000-07:002011-03-25T17:13:14.841-07:00Love It, PleaseI just had a doctor appointment today...<br /><br />Dialation: 0<br />Effacement: 0<br />Cork (plug): Intact <br /><br />Which means baby Faye is not to be expected anytime soon. The midwife said my body just isn't doing it's part and it needs Faye to drop and help out where I am lacking. But Faye isn't doing her dropping job either. So we have a comfy little baby perfectly content floating around in my rather large belly and one very impatient mom with a body unprepared to give birth. Which means she is probably going to be post-term. Especially since I have a granola doctor who is super against inducing his patients.<br /><br />So I went to Cold Stone and ate my feelings.<br /><br />I think I deserved it though...I haven't gained an ounce in 3 weeks and as soon as Faye arrives I won't be getting any goodies until I am back down to my pre-prego weight. Which will take me a long time...so I figured a Love It was called for. <br /><br />But even though my body isn't doing it's birthing job...I have been doing some mad sewing! I have this strong desire to have her nursery completely put together for when she gets here. And given that I am probably going to go past my due date...I might actually get it all done. And if you saw my quilting skills now, you wouldn't recognize them from the horribly pieced quilt that I made a while ago. I am improving! I however love that horribly pieced quilt...<br /><br />The funny thing is...our own bedroom is no where near being decorated as well as Faye's room. We still don't even have a new bed frame after I broke the last one. And there is one solitary vinyl we got from our wedding hanging on the wall, but that is it for decoration. So we will just have to show guests Faye's room and keep our door shut...I will post pictures of her entire nursery once it is completely finished, but we are still waiting on the futon, and I still need to finish a throw pillow, sew valances, and refinish the rocking chair. Once that is all done, the room will be ready for her. Then it will be waiting on Ghent to finish the mural he is painting for the wall behind her crib. It is awesome to have an artist as a husband.<br /><br />Well I think I am going to don my poncho and walk around the neighborhood until I have a baby.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-20392653406152765762011-03-21T15:07:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:07:22.003-07:002 weeks & CountingFaye's due date is April 4th. 2 weeks from today. I pretty much spend my days surfing the web for craft ideas or natural ways to induce labor, followed by a long nap, half-ass cleaning, busting out my craft projects and making a new mess, making dinner and then passing out on the floor...cause we STILL don't have a couch. All I want to do right now is something extremely physical, like run a marathon and I hate running. I just crave energy, I crave seeing my little girl in all her baby chub glory, I crave a real hug from the hubs, one where I can just melt in his arms like I used too, now we can't even get close to each other without doing some sumo belly bump and having to settle on some awkward side hug. I miss wearing my boots and skinny jeans, I miss the days when my toes were toes and not swollen sausages. I miss being Ashley. Because now I am just the insanely pregnant lady, and that is what people identify me with here. I know I only have a couple days to a couple weeks to go (if I'm being honest it's closer to a couple weeks), but I have been pregnant for a year now. And I just want to feel normal again, and I want my baby already! :) And yeah, it's been a year of pregnancy.&nbsp; I lost my first baby at 9 weeks and got pregnant again immediately after. So it's been a long time. And so far all this pineapple, acupressure and basil are not working for me!Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-19885656651340487642011-03-18T16:34:00.000-07:002011-03-18T16:34:18.128-07:00Spring is HERE!!Couch update: It's LOST!!!!<br /><br />I am so beyond upset right now, so looks like we are going to be couchless for another month. Which blows balls.<br /><br />So I am buying this:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3k1Tn8umuzw/TYPmLyZ0b_I/AAAAAAAAAag/Jxcy5uBCCWY/s1600/30042795_widget.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3k1Tn8umuzw/TYPmLyZ0b_I/AAAAAAAAAag/Jxcy5uBCCWY/s1600/30042795_widget.jpg" /></a></div>A futon, meant for Faye's nursery, but it will be residing in our living room until our couch or a totally different couch shows up. I think it will look nice in Faye's room though, especially once I throw on the quilt I am still making and a matching throw pillow. It will be great for visitors too, and me if I need to crash after I put her down for a nap but too exhausted to make it back to my own room! <br /><br />Prego update: I'm still Pregnant.<br /><br />I'm 38 weeks on Monday and the doc hasn't even checked me to see if I am close to giving birth. He just told me not to give birth this next week cause he is out of town. Umm....WHAT??!! Why didn't I get the memo that you were leaving before one of the biggest moments in my life? So I told him no guarantees. Cause I want to meet little lady more than I want to wait for him to get back from his vacation. So here's hoping she comes this week. Or whenever she feels like it. I have an inkling that is going to be the case.<br /><br />So today I will begin the cleaning. It's actually already begun. But if she is coming soon, then I want this place sparkly cause I am pretty sure once she is here, I am not going to want to do a thing, other than snuggle my precious little Faye! Of course I will share with Ghent...and my parents who are coming down as soon as she is born. But since I'm the one with the food..."Mooooo" I will always get her back!<br /><br />And to tie in the title of this post, I bought a nice spring colored nail polish the other day...you know a special seasonal color. I also bought Faye an Easter dress!!But instead of getting it in a newborn size, I just went straight for the 3 month size...cause if she is going to be over 8 lbs, all those cute little newborn outfits I bought her or was given are not going to be fitting.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1XoG5wqQCfo/TYPrypcPs2I/AAAAAAAAAak/KKIguPYUILo/s1600/Ash%2527s+Camera+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1XoG5wqQCfo/TYPrypcPs2I/AAAAAAAAAak/KKIguPYUILo/s320/Ash%2527s+Camera+004.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> *SCREAM* She is going to be so cute!!! </div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-39673906754898548322011-03-16T02:48:00.000-07:002011-03-16T02:48:19.687-07:00Ivy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L20kilqoo0U/TYCG6LhtA-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BLt6t0QGlZ4/s1600/IVY2_jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L20kilqoo0U/TYCG6LhtA-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BLt6t0QGlZ4/s400/IVY2_jpeg.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7EkDb89Rugw/TYCG9UuripI/AAAAAAAAAac/lPr_Yk4ecPY/s1600/IVY_jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7EkDb89Rugw/TYCG9UuripI/AAAAAAAAAac/lPr_Yk4ecPY/s320/IVY_jpeg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My niece is the cutest baby ever!!!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sure Faye will be just as cute though, I can't wait to see her. </div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-66057686484482625342011-03-10T10:30:00.000-08:002011-03-10T10:30:58.914-08:00Waiting...For this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MHoA-ABwuHo/TXkQdOoEfdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KQL45iNfeEE/s1600/5430238-Entice-Mist.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MHoA-ABwuHo/TXkQdOoEfdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KQL45iNfeEE/s320/5430238-Entice-Mist.gif" width="320" /></a></div>It's been a month now. And this beached whale it tired of sitting upright in computer chairs, I need to lounge and let my belly flop to the side. But it's going to be a few more weeks because this couch's company hasn't got their shipping department down yet, it has been stuck "in transit" for a week in New Jersey, then moved to Indiana where it got stuck for over a week "in transit" but they tell me not to worry because it will be here...soon. Soon my ass. So hormonal beached whale kinda flipped a lid on the little customer service representative. My bad. It's just that it was supposed to be here by today at the latest...but it's not even to the halfway point...not even close. I'm going to have my baby by the time that thing shows up. But the couch? I LOVE the couch. Dislike the throw pillows, but that can be easily changed.<br /><br />Speaking of baby. I almost flipped a lid on my doc the other day. At 36.5 weeks prego he tells me that baby Faye hasn't dropped yet. That was news to me cause it feels like a bowling ball is sitting on my cervix. I have been telling anyone that will listen I am having her any day now...then doc tells me she is low, but there is no droppage. Which means no impending birth in the next couple days. I must have had a strange look on my face cause he legit just laughed and says "You are only 36 weeks! She could be in there for a while still" The Efffff she is.<br /><br />She really needs to come soon, I am getting severe postpartum and I am not even post. As in I have never EVER weighed this much in my life and it is freaking depressing me. I never thought I would mind the weight gain, because "I'm pregnant". However, I am minding, and I am crying almost daily because there is nothing I can do about it right now. And then I am scared that I when I can do something about it, it's going to be extreme again. I have been in "recovery" for 3 years now, maintained a healthy weight, a healthy mindset, but this kind of pregnant weight gain has shoved that healthy mindset down a flight of stairs that took 3 years to climb. But I swore to myself I would never let my children see me struggle with food because I never want them to go through what I went through. And even if Faye is going to be young and never remember mom crying over dinner, I still never want her to see it. So Mrs. Beached Whale needs to get her crap together and soon.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214484140302220434.post-55865178406819167732011-03-04T13:44:00.000-08:002011-03-04T14:10:00.697-08:00Nursery Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iFlZsm865zo/TXFafdeO6rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/H6_nwfIvtNc/s1600/Ash+Camera+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iFlZsm865zo/TXFafdeO6rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/H6_nwfIvtNc/s400/Ash+Camera+126.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome to Faye's crib.&nbsp; </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ap-3o3hL6ls/TXFa8VfsqhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mC5XLFcg098/s1600/Ash+Camera+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ap-3o3hL6ls/TXFa8VfsqhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mC5XLFcg098/s320/Ash+Camera+130.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And here is the dresser we refinished!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll show the entire nursery once it is completed. But for now we are waiting on our new futon, hanging pictures, and we are still on the hunt for the perfect rocking chair. And I still have to sew some sort of curtains, finish the quilt and sew throw pillows for the futon...but the most important things are in place for her in case she comes a little early!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />ps. I had an ultrasound yesterday and baby Faye is going to be BIG. At 35.5 weeks she is already measuring 6 lbs 14 ounces, and they estimate that she will be 8.5 to 9 lbs by the time she is born! WHAT?!?!! And they said she has a ton of hair, and seriously chubby cheeks. Faye is gonna be a little chunk of love! I can't wait to see her!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985774781161276954noreply@blogger.com1